One, because people who give a fuck about money are awful, and because I’ve met plenty of old, old dudes who are still doing the Somerset Maugham-y cheerful hobo routine. I like the Civil War, documentaries, and talking about whiskey as though it were a zaftig prostitute, so old guys and I get along.
The only problem I’ve had with dating outside of my age range is when the other person has been too aware of it.
Women who feel otherwise are the reason we get paid 89 cents to their dollar.
But I realize that I’m a young(ish) woman, and biology is a factor, sure.
The only reason a guy is obligated to pay for a woman’s dinner in this day and age is because it’s his turn, it’s her birthday, or because he’s a maître d’ who spilled something on her.But if you’re not into someone because of the arbitrary time in which their parents created them—well, more tasty imperfect flesh for the rest of us.Admittedly, I prefer older guys, only because they tend to be fully fused, like a human skull.Like height or body type, age is one of those strange things about a person that we know they can’t help, but nevertheless handily use to write them off.If you dismiss people because of their personalities or because you’re on some kind of baby-making timetable, fine, fair enough.